"Ah, you are workers! And Mr. Crayford's a wonder. Good-night, dear Charmian! What a night for you!"
She buttoned her sable coat at the neck and went away with Ramer and Armand Gillier.
As she turned to the right in the corridor she murmured to Gillier:
"Why didn't you give it to Jacques? Oh, the pity of it!"
Claude and Charmian said scarcely anything as they drove to their hotel. Charmian lay back in the taxi-cab with shut eyes, her temples throbbing. But when they were in their sitting-room she came close to her husband, and said:
"Claude, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"Have you had a quarrel with Adelaide Shiffney?"
Claude hesitated.
"A quarrel?"